My Bad Boy Vampire

Hang On Girl

 Rowans Point of View

  Dylan was even more breathtaking up close; her small perfectly shaped oval face was accentuated by her incredible cheek bones, her wide, almond shaped eyes were almost black with long, thick eyelashes, all topped off beautifully by her literal heat shaped lips. I knew from seeing her earlier at the coffee shop that her long brown hair hung down to the small of her back, everything on her was long, her neck, her arms, and of course her incredible long, shapely legs. All the people around us were annoying me, I wanted them all to go away. I wanted to lay next to this beautiful woman and stare at her until I knew every inch of her. As much as I wanted all of them to disappear, I was more than happy just being next to her. I had waited many lifetimes for her.

Dylan’s Point of View

 After I had finished my first drink and was halfway thru my second it got easier to get out of my head, shake my insecurities off and relax. I got up from the sectional and walked over to the edge of the balcony that overlooked the crowd on the lower two levels. I could feel Rowan’s eyes on me, knowing he was watching me turned me on and mixed with the vodka I drank I began to dance slowly and seductively. His eyes were locked on mine, my heart and pussy were pounding, I wanted to run over and straddle him and take his cock inside of me, right there in front of the entire club. I wasn’t the only one with that thought, out of nowhere a bad bottle job blonde with a tacky micro dress on threw herself on top of him. As quickly as she landed on his lap, he effortlessly tossed her off of him onto the floor and yelled to security to “get her the fuck away from me”! Sharp pains of jealously, anger, and embarrassment surged through me. I turned back to face the crowd, almost immediately Rowan was right behind me with one arm draped across my chest holding my chin in his big, powerful hand he pulled me into him and whispered, “don’t think like that, you’re perfect, I have waited forever for you Dylan”. He seemed to be reading my mind again, how did he know my exact thoughts as I was thinking them? It was one thing to be a smooth talker, but this was on a whole other level. Before I could say anything, JJ and Colton came up for air from almost full-on fucking on the sectional, JJ shouted to me “D, are you going to be okay if I go home with this stud tonight”? Without missing a beat Rowan answered, “of course she will. I would be honored to make sure the beautiful Dylan gets home safe and sound”. He looked me in the eyes and added “as long as you’re good with that”. ‘Yes, that’s fine”, I said as cool as I could, and with that, Rowan put his hand out for me to hold as he led me to a back staircase that opened up to a private parking lot behind the club. There were at least a dozen matte gray motorcycles parked in a line. “It’s nice of the owner to let you guys park back here”.

“I am the owner” Rowan chuckled as we got to his bike that was at the front of the line of all the other bikes.

“You own this place”?

“I do”.

“Oh, wow”.

“Is that a good wow or a bad wow”?

“It’s just a wow”, I laughed kind of relishing the hint of insecurity I thought I was picking up from him, none other than Mr. Perfect himself. “I still can’t believe that I never heard of this place, obviously I am the only one” I said as I turned my head back towards the club.“It was definitely time to change that” he said as he shifted his body onto his bike. I just stood there, trying to wrap my head around what he just said and most importantly what the hell he meant by ‘it was definitely time to change that’. I was sure in that moment that he had orchestrated this entire night, how was that possible? What the hell was happening?

“You coming”? he smirked as he started his bike.

Rowans Point of View

  I was hoping  I would get to spend a little more time with Dylan before I told her that I owned ‘The Third Floor ‘but when she mentioned the owner in our private parking lot, I felt like I would be lying to her in a way if I didn’t tell her then and for whatever reason I decided I should follow that up with implying that I was the one behind getting her to the club that night. Again, I figured that she was most likely going to know the whole truth eventually, I figured I might as well start slowly easing her into it. I wasn’t looking forward to telling her I was a vampire; I had no idea how she was going to take that type of news. I wasn’t good at any of this stuff, I rarely fell in love and sleeping with random chic’s lost its appeal over a hundred years ago. Needless to say, I’m not the smoothest talker and Dylan makes me nervous just being near me, so I imagine the vampire conversation is going to be a shit show. All of that disappeared from my mind when I felt her slide onto my bike behind me, the mix of her perfume, sweat, and especially her pheromones were intoxicating to me, just feeling her slide her small hands onto the sides of my hips gave me an instant hard on. I wanted to spin around and lay her back on my bike while I took her pants off and go down on her until the waves of her orgasm took over her beautiful body and she screamed out my name in ecstasy as she came in mouth. Instead, I picked up her hands and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, “hang on girl” I said as I lifted my kickstand with my foot.